Santa Ana from Santa Ana by Ananga Martin

When I slip into liquid
I step through a door
And the saints come a-marching
Into my heart

Comes a patient grandmother
Soft in her hold
Her lungs are living bellows
Droaning us into the cold

O, Santa Ana
Rushing the mind
Makes a parting in the strips of cloth
Hanging from the line

I was twelth in the circle
Embarrased by my offering
I forgot all my intentions
Took both my turns
But said the same things

Come stand with me in the basin
Draw your eyes up slow
Do you see? The shower falls
Just like her mantle
The water carries all we need to know

O, Santa Ana
Won’t you give in?
Surrender soft upon the mountain
Be gentle with my Ali-Marin

O, Santa Ana
Open my throat, untie my tongue
Blow me soft onto the shoulder of the mountain
Where my father stands
Squinting at the sun

O, Santa Ana
Blowing my mind
Still stunned by the release
Your water brings me peace

• Folk
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• Wheeling